HP Magic Biography

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Harry stepped back in some horror, looking at the sharply distorted figure that emerged from Bathilda's limp body.

Those pitch-black unknown objects dripped drop by drop on Bathilda's body like a liquid and disappeared.

Rather than saying that something was drilled out, Harry felt more like a spring in front of him.

Will the sword of Gryffindor emerge from Bathilda's body?

Involuntarily, Harry shuddered, and the cold touch made every pore of Harry's pores open. Looking carefully, a black mist wrapped around Harry's body at some point.

Harry took a sharp step back, but it seemed like a signal.

The black fountain kept bulging out, and then it turned blood red almost instantly under the gazes of Fan Lin and Harry. A strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of corruption in the room washed away in an instant. into their nostrils.

Then, without any warning, a blood-red python sprang out of the spring, as if it sucked all of Bathilda's strength in an instant. Visible to the naked eye, Bathilda's body looked like It shriveled like a punctured rubber ball.

Before he had time to think about it, Fan Lin rushed out almost as soon as the python moved, a white shadow flashed in between, and Fan Lin's claws slapped heavily on the head of the blood-red python.

However, the facts have proved that although the Animagus in cat form strengthens Fan Lin's speed and strength, due to the limitation of his own species, the Animagus in the state of Animagus brings more power to Fan Lin. The most important thing is the enhancement of speed, reaction, sensitivity, etc. For strength...

Cats never make trouble with pythons, don't they, especially at the moment it doesn't look like a serious python.

The moment of contact, the detection from the spirit suddenly became alarming, and he didn't see how much damage he had caused. The blood-red python was only slightly blocked, and then its tail twitched like a whip. on Fan Lin's body.

If I had to describe it, it felt like being hit by a high-speed car, without any resistance, accompanied by pain, Fan Lin hit the wall on the left side of the house at a faster speed.

Fan Lin! Harry yelled, wanting to rush out, but Bathilda's boa constrictor didn't give Harry this chance. It shook its head, and then continued to charge towards Harry with its mouth open.

Harry held his wand in his hand,

However, just as he raised his wand, the snake bit him, and the powerful bite on the forearm sent his wand flying towards the ceiling.

The whirling wand sent light that dazzled the room, and then, with a pop, the light went out.

Darkness enveloped this small space again, and it was more pure than before, completely dark, without a trace of light.

Next, the giant python didn't attack Fan Lin, its snake tail swept across Harry's abdomen, which almost made Harry unable to breathe. Immediately, Harry knew how badly Fan Lin suffered just now, Harry felt His ribs were all broken.

A huge force caused Harry to completely lose his balance, his body was thrown out uncontrollably, and there was a loud noise when he made friendly contact with the wall. Then, he fell on the table full of clothes, and fell headfirst on the dirty floor. inside the clothes...

However, the giant python did not stop attacking.

Suppressing the pain, Harry tried his best not to faint, and rolled to the side on the table, narrowly dodging the snake's tail brushing over again. When Harry landed, glass shards fell like rain on his head and face.

Get out of here! In the blur, Harry heard Fan Lin's roar, and then, a handful of blood or some other liquid splashed on his face, mixing with the warm liquid in his nostrils , The smell of blood is everywhere.

The violent shock of magic power restored the light to the room for a short time, and the giant python finally broke away from Bathilda's body and was thrown away. Now, except for Bathilda's clothes, there is nothing related to Bathilda's body. objects.

Fan Lin covered his abdomen with one hand. The damn python almost broke his spine just now. If it wasn't for the chains of unknown materials mixed into the bones of Fan Lin's body, Fan Lin had no doubt that he was in an anima. Gus will be killed on the spot in his form.

But it's not much better now, Fan Lin felt that his bones were cracked, his internal organs seemed to be churned together, and a long wooden thorn pierced his lower abdomen from the side...

Seemingly hearing the commotion upstairs, Hermione rushed upstairs yelling their names.

Fan Lin hardly had time to inhale enough air to answer Hermione's shout, and the blood-red python immediately gave up chasing and killing Harry when he saw that he had come into contact with the Animagus form.

Before he had time to see clearly, Fan Lin could hardly make a judgment in the state of brain hypoxia.

Suddenly, a heavy and slippery object knocked Fan Lin to the floor and slid across his body forcefully. Then, the python's cold body wrapped around Fan Lin's body. The blood-red skin and Fan Lin's body The magic cloak made a corroding sound when it touched it.

No! Fan Lin gasped hard and said, now Fan Lin only felt that his chest was going to be compressed together.

Ha...Harry... Fan Lin called in a low voice, but Harry didn't seem to hear it. In the dark, Harry fumbled for his wand to help Fan Lin, but Harry had almost no strength stand up.

Wand... the wand flies...

Mixed with the wheezing, ribs seemed to have pierced Harry's lungs like a blown bellows.

Sadly, however, nothing happens, Harry loses focus and the spell fails.

Come... help... Fan Lin said with difficulty, he could only use his hands to try to stop the snake from getting tighter and tighter on his body, the air in his lungs was almost squeezed out, a cold, The wriggling thing was only a few inches away from his neck, and now Fan Lin's mind was filled with cold white light, all consciousness was annihilated, his breathing gradually weakened, and only the sound of distant footsteps could be heard, everything was moving away from him away...

The heart in his chest didn't seem to be beating, as if he had fallen into some kind of hallucination. Fan Lin saw Harry also collapsed, and then Hermione, Hermione...

At some point, like a few seconds, or like a lifetime, the giant python that sprang out of Bathilda's body had let go of him.

Perhaps it was confirmed that Fan Lin was dead, or maybe Voldemort needed to live?

Fan Lin struggled to get up, and saw the snake was about to attack Hermione by virtue of the dim light downstairs.

Hermione jumped aside with a scream, and her Shattering Charm hit the curtained window, which was instantly smashed into pieces, and the cold air outside immediately filled the room.

Snowflakes swirled in and it was Christmas, and it was snowing outside.

Consciousness was gradually returning to Fan Lin's body, and following that, more intense pain was constantly sending dangerous signals to his brain from every inch of Fan Lin's body.

Fan Lin hurriedly ducked down to avoid another burst of glass shards. As soon as he took a step, Fan Lin kicked something.

Harry was struggling to stand up, Fan Lin noticed the wand by his feet, and then kicked Harry over.

At this moment, the blood-red boa constrictor was whipping all over the room with its tail.

Now Fan Lin couldn't see where Hermione was, which made Fan Lin think of the worst possible outcome.

However, suddenly with a loud noise, a red light flashed and flew in from the corridor. The aftermath of the blasting spell threw the snake up, and then circled and flew towards the ceiling.

Harry, who also seemed to be fully awake, raised his wand, and that's when Harry's scar began to ache more than it had ever felt in all these years.

He's coming! He's coming! Harry yelled, and the snake fell, hissing wildly, knocking over the shelves against the wall, sending shards of china flying everywhere. , everything is messed up.

Hermione rushed in again.

Like a burst of potential, regardless of the blood drained from the wound, Fan Lin stepped over, and then tightly grasped the black shadow, he knew it was Hermione.

We need to get out of here! Harry screamed.

Only then did Fan Lin realize what Harry meant, but the snake straightened up again.

A strong blood energy spread from the blood-red body, and Fan Lin noticed the difference of the snake, it can be said to be more ferocious, the snake's head was covered with thick horny layer, like iron armor, enveloping the snake's head.

This is not a Horcrux.

Fan Lin could conclude, but he could confirm that it was Nagini's body.

But Fan Lin knew that something more terrifying than snakes was coming, and it might have already arrived outside the door.

At this moment, Harry's headache was about to explode from the scar.

Without any explanation, Fan Lin dragged Hermione and Harry to run and jump to escape, the snake made a loud sound and was about to attack them again.

Hermione screamed, There are obstacles!

Her spell flew across the room, blasting the dressing mirror in the armoire, splinters flying behind them.

Harry felt the heat scorching the backs of his hands, the splinters cutting his cheeks, and they jumped from the bed onto the broken desk and straight out of the glassless window.

They could even hear Hermione's scream echoing through the night when they were in midair...

Then Harry's scar almost exploded, he was Voldemort, he ran across the smelly room, he clutched the window sill with his long white hands, he saw the bald man and the thin woman and a The cloaked brain twisted and disappeared before his eyes, his screams mingled with the girl's screams, across the dark garden, over the bells of the Church of Christmas...

His scream was Harry's scream, his pain was Harry's pain...

Right here, right where that happened before... here, the house in front of him, it was here that he almost knew what death was like...

die……

It hurts so much...

It felt like tearing Harry's body apart...but if he didn't have a body, why was his head hurting like hell? If he dies, how can he still feel the unbearable pain? Doesn't this pain go with death, won't go away...

The night was wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins staggered across the square, shop windows were decorated with paper spiders, gaudy Muggle trinkets...

He walked slowly forward, feeling that a historic moment was approaching... a great moment with the future, the power, and the future.

There is no anger, for anger is for the weak; he has only irrepressible ecstasy... yes... he has waited too long, he has waited too long...

Sir, your clothes are so beautiful! A little boy ran up to him, and when he saw the face covered with fear and pain under the hood, the little boy's smile disappeared, and he quickly turned and ran away.

…his fingers stroking his wand under his robes…a simple gesture could prevent the child from seeing his mother again…it could be done, but it was unnecessary, very unnecessary…

He walked down another, darker street, saw his destination, the Fidelity Charm had expired, and they didn't know it yet... His movements were softer than the sound of fallen leaves sliding on the pavement, and he walked towards the darkness. The black fence, and over it...

The curtains were not drawn, and he clearly saw them in the small living room, the tall dark-haired man in glasses, puffs of colored smoke coming from the tip of his wand in his hand, and the little dark-haired boy in blue pajamas amused Yes, the child smiled and wanted to grab the smoke with his little fist...

The door opened and the boy's mother came in, he couldn't hear her, her long crimson hair fell over her face, and the father took the child to the mother, then threw his wand on the sofa, stretching it out. Lazy and yawned. He pushed the door open a crack, but James Potter didn't hear it. His pale hand took out his wand from under his cloak, pointed at the door, and it swung open...

He steps across the threshold, and James sprints down the hall.

It was so easy, so easy, he didn't even hold his wand...

Lily, take Harry and run! He's coming! Run! Run! I'll stop him!

Hold him? He didn't even have a wand in his hand and wanted to hold him back! …he laughed, and said, Avada Kedavra!

The green light illuminated the narrow corridor of the hall, illuminated the pram, pushed it against the wall, the stair railing shone like a lit wooden stick under the green light, and James Potter was like a puppet with broken strings. fall down...

He heard the screaming of the woman downstairs, and was trapped, but as long as she was awake, she had nothing to fear... He walked up the steps and watched her try to protect herself like a theater... She didn't have a wand in her hand either ...how stupid, how trusting others are, to feel that one's safety is so safe with a friend, so safe that one can throw away one's wand...

He forced the door open, and with a idly flick of his wand, the pile of chairs and boxes had been cleared away... and she stood there with the baby in her arms.

As soon as she saw him, she put him in the crib behind her, and put her hands out in front of him, as if that would work, as if she could replace Harry by being in front...

Don't touch Harry, don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!

Go away, you stupid woman . . . go away, now.

Don't touch Harry, please don't, kill me, kill me instead of him...

This is my last warning...

Don't touch Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... don't touch Harry! don't touch Harry! Please... I can do anything...

Stand aside! Stand aside, you woman! He could have told her to roll away from the front of the crib, but it seemed more convenient to punish them together...the room glowed with green light, and she fell like her husband up.

The baby didn't cry all the time, he stood up and clutched the crib rails, watching the intruder's face with interest. Maybe he thought it was his dad under the cloak, and was about to get him some nicer lighting, and his mom could show up smiling any minute...

He aimed his wand very carefully at the little boy's face. He wanted to see it happen, to see the destruction of this inexplicably dangerous being. The child began to cry, and he saw that it was not James. He didn't like that child crying, he could never tolerate the crying of those little things when he was in the orphanage...

Avada Kedavra! Then he completely broke down. He became nothing, only severe pain and fear remained, he had to hide himself, he couldn't stay in this dilapidated house with children screaming desperately, he had to be far away... far away...

No, he moaned. The snake rustled on the filthy floor, he killed the boy, but he was the boy himself...

No……

Now he stood by the broken window of Bathilda's house, basking in his most frustrating memories.

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